After Marrying My Boss

Chapter 391

Michael's tone softened, and he had a gentle look in his eyes as he wiped my tears with the back of his hand.

“Can we still go back to the way we were before? Do you really not love me anymore?” I sobbed with my vision all blurry from the crying.

The pain I felt in the delivery room earlier was so excruciating that I really thought I wouldn't survive it, but Michael was all that I thought about at the time.

Michael frowned slightly after hearing that, and I felt the disappointment building up in my heart again.

“Don't stress yourself out over this. You've just finished giving birth, so you should rest well for now. We'll talk about this when you're all better,” Michael said calmly while feeding me a spoonful of soup.

I was disappointed that he avoided answering my question, but I could also feel that he hadn't gotten over what happened to Josephine.

I gazed into his eyes as I drank the soup he was feeding me. Maybe I'm demanding too much from him. His attitude toward me has changed significantly, so it'd be greedy of me to ask for anything further.

Michael continued to look after me meticulously throughout the next couple of days. Had it not been for the questions in my heart, I would've thought that things were back to normal between us.

However, we both knew full well that wasn't the case. After all, not everything could be fixed once broken.

On my third day of recovering from delivery, Michael headed off to take care of something at work after getting a phone call. He had hired a caretaker to help look after me and my baby right after he was born.

I had been imagining what my baby would look like even before he was born, so seeing him in my arms filled my heart with joy.

Whatever pain I endured while giving birth to him was all worth it.

Right then, the door to the ward was opened, and Ronan came walking in seconds later. He was dressed in light-colored casual attire, which added a bright and cheerful vibe to his handsome face.

“I came to see if my nephew is handsome!” he said with a smile as he made his way toward me.

His gaze then fell upon my baby as he continued, “Hmm... He looks a lot like you. I'm sure he'll grow up to be a handsome guy someday!”

Judging by what he had just said, it would seem that he had taken a liking to my newborn son.

“What brings you here today?” I asked with a chuckle in order to change the topic.

Ronan arched an eyebrow at me as he replied with a concerned expression, “As I said, I came to see you and your baby. How can I not visit you after you've given birth?”

Jeez... Why is he caring so much about my child? It's not like he's the father or anything! I pouted.

Suddenly, the look in Ronan's eyes grew serious as he turned to look at me. “By the way, how are things between you and Michael?”

Naturally, I knew what he was asking about. Although I still felt a little disappointed by Michael's response, I was satisfied with how well he had looked after me over the past few days. It was indeed undeniable that things had gotten a lot better between us compared to how they had been before.

“Quite well, actually. Michael has been really nice to me. He's looking after me in the hospital every day.”

Fearing he would tell me the truth after knowing how I actually felt, I flashed Ronan a smile and tried my best to play it off casually.

The look on Ronan's face eased up significantly. “That's good to hear. I was worried you'd be feeling down or something. Your body is still weak after delivery, so you need to take good care of yourself or you'll get sick very easily.”

I flashed him a smile and reassured him confidently, “Don't worry, things between Michael and I are going to be fine. It'll be like nothing ever changed!”

Seeing as Michael's attitude toward me had changed so much, I believed we would return to the lovey- dovey state we used to be in after a while.

“All right, then. Just give me a call if you run into any trouble, and I'll help you out.”

“Thanks, Ronan!”

For some reason, I was in a much better mood after giving birth to my baby. Ironically, Ronan was the only one who had always stayed by my side and supported me during my times of need.

“Oh, please! Is there a need for thanks between us? I'm just trying to protect the woman I like!”

Ronan's words caught me completely off guard, and the atmosphere became awkward after I realized what he said.

Damn it, Ronan! Why say something like this now that Michael and I have a child of our own?

I did not expect Ronan to pull such a sudden move out of nowhere, and my eyes were darting about the ward as I anxiously tried to find the right words.

Ronan was about to say something further, but he held himself back when he noticed the awkward tension in the room. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

The door to the ward was opened once again, and Michael came in wearing a black suit. A frown formed on his face when he saw Ronan inside the ward.

He then began taking his coat off as he made his way toward me.

“What are you doing here?” His indifferent tone made it impossible to read his emotions at the time.

“Why can't I be here? Is there a problem with me coming over to visit Anna and my newborn nephew?” Ronan snapped back at him with displeasure written all over his face.

“Well, you've already seen them, so you can leave now. Anna needs to rest. Don't disturb her by sticking around here unnecessarily,” Michael said coldly without even looking at Ronan.

He then sat down beside me and began playing with our baby.

Angered by his cold attitude, Ronan leaped to his feet and shouted angrily at Michael, “What's with that attitude of yours, Michael? I came here to visit your wife and child! How could you just kick me out like this?”

Ever since Michael found out about Ronan's feelings for me, the two of them had been butting heads whenever they saw each other. Although they claimed to treat each other like brothers, it still pained me to see them fight like this.

Michael stood up and stared at Ronan's fuming face as he replied calmly, “As you said, she's my wife, and this is my child.”

Ronan usually had a way with words, but he always found himself speechless when arguing with Michael.

He glared daggers at Michael, unable to say anything in response.

Eventually, he shifted his gaze back toward me and said, “Rest well, Anna. I'll come to visit you some other time.”